This Thing Called Life
This thing called life is really quite strange when you think about it. The way we grow
older as the seasons change. The way things once loved don't seem to feel the same. Those
days when we need pain simply as a reminder that yes, we are still alive. The way tears of
pain and tears of joy fall from the same two eyes. The nights we feel strong like we could
take on anything, are the same nights we tend to be blown about untill we snap like a string.
This thing called life. Everyday is a sarcastic joke. For everyday we are only one breath
closer to death...to evaporating like smoke.
Why the very minute are we born do we begin to die?
Why? This thing called life.
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